Hans parked his car in Damian's mansion courtyard. He immediately got out, helped Hannah out of the car, and took her hand, leading her towards the main door.
"Ugh, this is so uncomfortable!" Hannah exclaimed with an uncomfortable look, as if in pain.
"Do you want me to carry you?" Hans asked.
"No, it's not necessary... Just walk slowly," Hannah replied with a thin smile. "Besides, what would people say if you carried me?"
Hans smiled. "That wouldn't be a problem. I'll just say you needed to be carried because you are sick."
"Yeah, but it would look weird, and I'd seem like a spoiled girl!"
"Even though you're not a spoiled girl, you'll be pampered by someone who loves you," Hans said as he helped Hannah up the stairs slowly.
"Who loves me?" Hannah asked.
"Well..." Hans sighed. "You don't need someone to say they love you to know if you're loved or not. You should be able to feel it."
